htmlbodyA/N: Ok there was supposed to be a URL on the last chapter for A.C. Burke's story and it won't show up so I'm putting the URL on my user look up thing. Yeah great story; it's the first in a series of short stories about two sets of awesome twins. They're cute, and cool and funny and Yeah. Oh yeah and they're boys.
 
 Chapter 13
 
 Dag ran blindly through the streets. Not exactly blindly she knew where she was going but it looked like she didn't. The streets were clear and she knew it wasn't safe to be wandering Brooklyn alone. This was why she was in such a hurry. Well that and she wanted to get to Spot.
 
 Stepping into the warehouse Dag realized all the boys were asleep. So were the girls. They were all asleep; the girls everyone. Dag slipped past them upstairs to Spot's lair (it kinda is). The room was dark and Dag didn't want to wake Spot up till she got over to his bed.
 
He wasn't there
 
 Dag was on the verge of tears and tearing something apart at the same time. Deciding against tearing something apart she sat down on his bed and began to cry. He was supposed to be here. Why wasn't he? Where was he? He better not be with another girl. Oh he wouldn't even get an apology if he was. Spot was going to get it when he got back. Here Dag was in a terribly uncomfortable dress wanting to apologize and let him give his side of the story but he didn't even have the nerve to be here.
 
 Dag cried herself to sleep thinking about all the evil things she would have done if she had been in his position, but Dag wasn't in his position he was.
 
 
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 (A/N: Alright I've never really met a drunk person here so like I'm just guessing on how he would act. My family have a thing against drinking and I'm only 14 so yeah)
 
 Spot sat in a tavern wasting himself. Why did Dag have to hold grudges? Why couldn't girls just forgive and forget. He wanted to explain and make things better really he did, and he had a legitimate explanation. Spot drank down a few more inexpensive beers. What was that explanation again?
 
 "Hello," said a beautiful lady standing next to him.


 "Go away," Spot replied. Dropping his head down into his hands he ordered another drink.
 
 "You alright sweetheart, I can help you forget whatever you're trying to forget," She said seductively sitting down next to him and putting her hand on his shoulder.
 
 "Go away," Spot repeated shrugging off her hand.
 
 "Are you sure?" she asked getting closer to him.
 
 "Leave me 'lone," Spot barked getting up and stumbling out of the tavern.
 
 It's hard to get back to...where ever he wanted to go; especially when he didn't know where he was. Brooklyn was a very confusing place for Spot as smashed as he was. He wondered how someone who owned Brooklyn could not know where he was going on his own turf. To exhausted and hammered to keep moving Spot lied down in an alley. Taking off his plaid shirt he bundled it up and put it under his head blacking out.
 
 Spot woke up with the unpleasant surprise that his face was facing east and had the sun directly in his face. His head ached and he'd had worse hangovers though. Like yesterday morning, but he had still managed to get up then. After standing up he decided that maybe the hangover was worse then he had thought but still moved. Out onto the street he realized he wasn't to far from the warehouse.
 
 By the time he got there he was on verge of collapse and was about to throw up. He didn't even bother to try to get up stairs. Flame was up and laughed as Spot found a stall and threw up.
 
 "Hung ovah?" Flame asked.
 
 "Yeah,"
 
 "Gonna sell taday?"
 
 "Don't t'ink so,"
 
 "Want me ta help ya upstairs?"
 
 "Soah,"
 
 Flame helped Spot up the stairs to his lair (sorry I'm going to call it that from now on). It took a few minutes because Spot wasn't much of a help. When they go to the top of the flight of stairs Flame left Spot there because he knew Spot could manage from there and he had to go get his papers for selling. Spot walked over to his bed where he found a pleasant surprise. There curled up on the floor by his bed was Dag still asleep.
 
She was wearing a beautiful silver and blue gown. He could tell she had been crying by the small run of makeup on her face. Despite her condition she looked just as beautiful as ever (mind you Dag wouldn't agree).
 
He reached down to move her onto the bed but upon his touch her hand shot out and had his wrist. Sitting up she looked over and him then relaxed. She slowly released his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck.
 
Spot sat dumbfounded. He had thought that she was still mad at him. Apparently she wasn't. Slowly he hugged her back being careful because he was scared it was a trick. The hangover seemed to lessen with her arms wrapped around him like that.
 

He could tell that she really just wanted to sit there with her arms wrapped around him and he didn't really mind. He had missed her so much. It had been bad enough that she left to spend a week in Manhattan but he hadn't been able to take her not speaking to him at all. They sat hugging each other for several minutes before Spot decided to break silence.
 
 "Can I explain now?" He asked not even pulling away.
 
 Dag laughed pulling away enough to be able to look him in the eye.
 
 "If you insist,"
 
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 A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. Writing is slow right now; I'm trying to do this with out making it to sappy.